OK. Not really a Halloween story, but sort of could be, maybe. It’s just a stupid scenario that popped into my head about a different kind of BTB. It’s told from the perspective of the bitch that got the ultimate burning and continues to burn in a unique way. My apologies if this has been done before, but I haven’t seen it. Hopefully this is actually something different than what has been done before.
Anyway, there is a bit of sex here, but not really graphic. Those engaging in sex are all of legal age. I self-edit, so don’t bother commenting on me needing an editor. Not gonna happen. Yes, it’s stupid. No, it isn’t realistic in the slightest, so check reality at the door. Those that have no appreciation for dark humor should definitely swipe left.
I woke with a start. I didn’t even remember falling asleep, actually. Shit. What time is it? Looking at the clock on the fireplace mantle, I saw it was 10:23. Seeing as it was dark outside, the curtains were open allowing me to see outside, I would have to assume that it meant 10:23 PM. Unless, of course, we were in the midst of a total solar eclipse. And what the hell was I doing laying on the couch in the livingroom anyway? And why the fuck was she wearing that dress?
Maybe I passed out on the couch after coming home drunk. That was odd for a number of reasons. First off, I didn’t have the slightest symptom of a hangover. I was also pretty sure that I hadn’t been drinking last night. Also, if I had gone out where I might have had too much alcohol, I damned sure wouldn’t have worn this conservative dress. Nothing here made any sense. In fact, thinking back to last night, I remembered exactly what I was doing, and it was not on the couch. I was also not dressed, and I was almost completely sober. Well, I did have a couple glasses of wine a bit earlier, but nothing that would even come close to memory loss.
It was then that the noises I was hearing began to gain my attention. It was a moaning and groaning sound, as well as bed springs. It sounded like two people having a vigorous sex session. That caught my attention. If ANYONE were to be having sex in this house, I should definitely be involved. After all, it was only me and my husband, Mike, living there.
“That bastard.” I mumbled to myself. “He better not be fucking some slut in my bed.”
With that I stood up and marched up the stairs to confront whoever was having sex in my house. I couldn’t really believe that Mike would cheat on me, but the sounds I was hearing sure led in that direction. If he was cheating on me, I was going to kick his balls through the top of his head.
The door to the bedroom was wide open. I marched through the door and stopped in total shock. There, laying on the bed was my husband. He was completely naked. What was even more shocking was the woman on top of him, riding him cowgirl style.
“Oh my God, Mike. Why would that little slut ever throw this away for that little dick of my husband’s. Especially since he has no clue what to even do with it. God, I love what you are doing to me. Jerry couldn’t find my clit with a map, GPS, and a boy scout giving him directions.”
“Got to tell you Lisa, you’re much more active than Sheila. I want to tap that tight ass of yours again next.” Mike grunted.
That broke through my astonishment. I strode over to the side of the bed to let them have it. I was not going to put up with this shit. I was going to throw him out of my house and divorce his cheating ass.
“YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! HOW DARE YOU FUCK THAT SKANKY SLUT ON MY BED!” I screamed at them.
They didn’t even acknowledge my presence. Instead of the shocked response of being caught, like I expected, they never even broke stride.
“OH SHIT!” Lisa cried out. “I’M GONNA CUM ON THAT BIG COCK OF YOURS AGAIN!”
“WHAT THE FUCK MIKE! ANSWER ME! DON’T YOU DARE FUCKING IGNORE YOUR WIFE AFTER I CAUGHT YOU RED HANDED FUCKING THAT SLUT!”
Again, I was completely ignored by the copulating couple. Lisa’s body began bucking and trembling as she orgasmed. Mike grabbed her hips and began driving is cock furiously up into her. On a completely technical observation, I knew what Lisa was going through. Mike had driven me insane with that glorious cock on an untold number of times. He had never failed to wreak havoc on my body whenever we had sex. Whether it was during gentle love making or furious fucking, I would always end up as a mass of quivering jelly by the time we finished. Yes, I was fully aware of what she was experiencing. That led to a little niggling in the back of my mind that wondered why……., well, there were more important matters at hand right now. The most important matter was to kick the ass of the slut that was fucking my husband right in front of me.
“DON’T YOU FUCKING IGNORE ME, YOU BASTARD! I CAUGHT YOU CHEATING ON ME, AND I’M GOING TO TAKE YOUR CHEATING ASS FOR EVERYTHING YOU’VE GOT!” I tried again. As before, there was not the slightest response from the copulating duo.
“They can’t hear you.” Came a very familiar voice from the side of the room.
Turning towards the voice, I saw Jerry, Lisa’s husband sitting in a chair watching. He had a devastated look on his face as he watched his wife enthusiastically riding my husband. Given the circumstances, it was a bit odd to see him sitting there dressed in a very nice and expensive tailored suit. I recognized it as one of his better suits that he had worn to some of the classier functions that we had attended together with our respective spouses.
I should probably mention here that Jerry was my boss at work. Those functions that I just mentioned were work functions. They were holiday parties and awards banquets that we attended with our spouses. A lot of them were formal and semi-formal events where we were required to dress up. I loved those functions. They usually included and open bar and dancing.
“Jerry! What the fuck are you doing here? You can’t be here when Mike is home!” I loudly whispered to him, thinking foolishly that a hushed whisper would keep my husband and his wife from hearing what I said in an enclosed bedroom with the four of us withing mere feet of each other.
“I’m doing the same thing you are.” He replied in a normal, if sad, tone of voice. “I’m watching my wife fuck your husband like bunnies.”
“What the fuck?” I questioned. “How can you just sit there and do nothing as our spouses cheat on us?”
“Not much we can do about it.” He shrugged.
“Oh yeah? Watch this.” I challenged as I wound up to take her head off with a wicked right cross.
“Give it your best shot.” Was his only response.
Channeling all my fury at having caught that slut fucking my husband, I pulled back and swung for the fences. My fist was balled tight, and my target was locked. The side of her face would never be the same after I connected with her jaw. Using every ounce of strength, this punch was designed to knock her the fuck out. The power I was putting into it originated at my feet, traveled up my toned legs, increased with the twisting of my hips, focused through the tightening of my abdominal muscles, increased with a roll of my shoulder, then propelled forward as my arm extended. I could almost feel the satisfying crunch as my fist connected with her jaw. Almost.
Instead of the satisfying jar of my fist breaking her jaw, the impossible happened. I ended up lying prone on the bed as the momentum of my punch drew me forward. Instead of the satisfying connection of my fist on her jaw, my hand simply continued to move forward unhindered. It was like a holographic image as my fist simply passed through her head. I took me off balance, and I fell through them.
“WHAT THE FUCK?????” I yelled out in surprise. Looking back, I saw that I was actually laying on my stomach on the bed. Weirder still, it looked like part of me was actually inside of Mark. My upper torso was on the bed, my hips and legs were hanging off the side of the bed, but, in between, there was Mark. Still fucking Lisa. Freaking out, I quickly scrambled off the bed. My mind began to completely freak the fuck out.
“What in the name of M Night Shyamalan was that?” I cried out.
“What is the last thing you remember before waking up?” Jerry asked.
I thought that was a weird non-sequitur to ask. I just turned and looked at him.
“Think about it. What was the last thing you remember before waking up?”
“Look, Jerry. I think we have bigger things to worry about here than that.”
“Nope. That is exactly what we have to worry about. Now, answer the question.”
“Fine! If that’s where your perverted little mind wants to go. We were in the guest bedroom fucking our brains out. We were here at my house, since Mike was out of town for a few days.”
“OK. What next?”
I thought for a bit. What happened. We were on the bed in the guest bedroom. We were using that room because I didn’t want to sleep on wet sheets, and I didn’t feel like having to change the bedding before falling asleep. I could wash and change the bedding in the guest bedroom in the morning. I was riding Jerry cowgirl style with his cock in my ass. I loved anal with Jerry. I never did it with Mike because his cock was just too damned big. I remembered that I was just about to have an orgasm. That’s when I felt a sharp pain in the back of my neck. The next thing I remembered was waking up on the damned couch. Realization began to dawn on me.
“The sharp pain in the back of my neck. They can’t hear me when I’m yelling right in their ears. I actually went right through them……” I began
“Ah, so you are beginning to figure it out.” Jerry confirmed sadly.
“But…”
“I saw Lisa stick the shank in the back of your neck, but, before I could do anything, Mark jammed another shank through my ear.”
“We’re?????”
“Dead. Yes.”
“B, b, b, but….”
“I don’t know. I woke up in the spare bedroom about half an hour before you woke up. Yes, I also tried to yell at them and physically separate them. I even went back into the spare bedroom to try and get my phone so I could record them for our divorce. That’s when I saw our bodies lying on the bed.”
“Well, at least they will be going to prison for a long time for killing us.” I said in — well, I guess satisfaction probably isn’t the right word considering the circumstances.
Just then, Mark and Lisa began talking. They had evidently finished that round and were lying beside each other.
“So, Mark. Where are you going to dispose of the bodies?”
“I’ll take them about 15-miles out and drop them chained to a bunch of cinder blocks. No one will ever find them that deep, and the scavengers at the bottom of the ocean will make quick work of them. While I’m gone, you can write the letters from them about how they raided the accounts and ran off to another country together for us to show the police.”
“Yeah. Good thing I got so good at forging their handwriting over the last six months after we found out about their affair. What about disposing of the bedding? Even though shanking them like we did eliminated the blood spatter, it’s best to get rid of it in case a drop or two did manage to get on it.”
“No problem. I’ll just wrap them in it and throw it overboard with them. Cloth won’t last long at the bottom of the ocean. You know where the clean bedding is. Can you make the bed while I’m gone?”
“Of course, Darling. Don’t worry about that.”
“Good. Oh, and I’ll use that throw away laptop at a McDonalds to transfer the money a couple more times in case some investigator decides to look into it trying to find where they hid it.”
“Now, since we are going to have to lie low for a while, let’s have one more round before we get to work.”
OK, so yes, I was having an affair with my boss for the last three years. We thought that we had hidden it pretty well, but apparently our spouses found out about 6-months ago. They used those six months to set it up like Jerry and I had cleaned out the bank accounts and ran off to South America together. Jerry and I watched helplessly as the police investigated but found no evidence of foul play. Havin no other evidence, they eventually came to the conclusion that we had indeed skipped out and were living somewhere in another country.
Two years later:
“Fuck Jerry. Will you shut the hell up already?”
“Fuck you, bitch. I’m sick and tired of watching my wife fuck your husband.”
“Yeah, like I’m not? Besides, she isn’t your wife anymore, and he’s not my husband. Don’t you remember that they divorced our asses a year ago for abandonment?”
“God! I can’t believe I threw Lisa away for some second-rate sex from you.”
“Right back at you, asshole! By the way, your micro-dick almost never got me off. I could barely even feel it except in my ass.”
“Bitch! If you weren’t already dead, I would kill you myself.”
“Bastard! I wish you could. Maybe then I could get out of this purgatory being stuck here with you as I watch your ex-wife living the life I was supposed to have with my husband. Bedsides that, I’m so horney from going two years without sex that I would even fuck you, if we wouldn’t just go right through each other. I can’t even masturbate because my fingers just go right through my pussy like it’s made of smoke. Speaking of which, I can’t help but notice how your dick gets hard every time you watch my husband fuck your wife. Don’t tell me you are one of those cuckhold faggots.”
“YOU FUCKING CUNT!” Jerry screamed as he launched himself at me. As expected, he passed right through me and landed on his ass on the floor.
“You stupid motherfucker. I would have thought that you would have learned better after two fucking years.”
So, that is our existence. It’s our penance for our infidelity. We are stuck here in this house, fated to watching our former spouses living the lives that we should have been living. Instead of being with our loving partners, Jerry and I passionately hate each other. Of course, we blame the other for our predicaments. We are ghosts in the house with no power to affect anything. We can’t even relieve our stresses with sex. Think about a guy trying to fuck a cloud of smoke, if you are a guy. If you are a woman, try sticking a cock shaped cloud of smoke in your pussy. That’s about what it’s like.
Yes, Mike and Lisa got away with it completely. After the initial investigation, there wasn’t even the hint of suspicion that they might have killed us. They really did plan everything exquisitely. They got together in their grief at having their spouses run off together. At least publicly. After a couple of months, no one was really surprised when they were seen together at restaurants. It surprised no one when they were married a year after our disappearance. Jerry and I could do nothing but watch.
We tried to leave the house. We couldn’t we were locked in here like the most secure prison in the universe. We could go anywhere inside the house we wanted, but we could not cross the boundary of the outside walls. Even if the door was wide open, it seemed as if there was a force field that prevented us from crossing the threshold. Worse yet, it seemed as if we were uncontrollably drawn to wherever Mark and Lisa were inside the house. Of course, that meant that we had ringside seats to every sex session they had. After two years, I was actually wanting to be sent to the actual hell. Seriously, it couldn’t possibly get worse than this.
“WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH, AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH, WWAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
Fuck. Me and my big mouth.
“Sounds like Tiffany is awake and hungry, Baby.”
“Hmmmm, yeah. Sweetie, could you…”
“I’m on it.”
“Thanks, Sweetie. My morning sickness is making me a bit weak and tired. After all, it’s your fault for knocking me up again so soon.” Lisa giggled.
Yeah, as if being stuck here watching them fuck each other like bunnies wasn’t bad enough, now they are having the babies that I was supposed to be having with Mark. I have no idea how long we, or at least I, will be stuck in this purgatory. I am dreading that it will end up being forever. The worst part of it is that my only real company is that asshole I stupidly had an affair with. For the death of me, I can’t understand what I ever saw in him that made me cheat on the most wonderful husband in the world. I mean, except for that minor issue of murder, he was the most loving and devoted husband a woman could ask for. Lisa seems to think so, anyway.
“GOD DAMN IT! BEETLEJUICE, BEETLEJUICE, BEETLEJUICE!”
“Shut up, Asswipe. That was just a stupid movie. Seriously, he hasn’t shown up the last hundred times you tried it, and he isn’t going to appear to get you out of this purgatory now.” I said turning to watch Jerry AGAIN try and fail to masturbate.
“Bitch.” He mumbled.
“Bastard.” I replied.
No, neither of those were said in anything close to an affectionate manor.